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[div class="accentheader"] tags [/div] unscripted unscripted Clownery Clownery [/div] [div class="bodytext"] After all was said and done, as awkward as it had been, Wes had gotten to showing everyone their rooms.. As apparently they had room assignments. For the second time today, Seo-Yeon found herself in the position where she'd be lying if she said she wasn't bothered by something. Though she supposed it would have been kind of awkward if everyone was left to basically choose who they wanted to be with the most. Wes spoke again however, pulling her from her thoughts and back into the present.

First to be called was Sherry, who was getting a room for just her and her baby. Lucky. As much as she liked babies, Seo-Yeon definitely would have preferred taking their place as the only one with their 'own' room. Then again, maybe the task of having to look after a baby would be far more exhausting than having any roommate at all. Up next was Marcus and Beau, thank god. The last thing she'd want is to share a room with Marcus. For obvious reasons. Beau.. Might have been a good roommate, but his sudden disappearance might have been awkward.

Emilio and Zoey, she suppo--Wait. Her attention abruptly concentrated on Leigh, who was standing not too far from where she was. If everyone else was already paired, then that would mean that Leigh was going to be her roommate. Assuming Wes was getting his own room of course, it was his family's cabin after all.. Had he said which room he was staying in? Shit, she hadn't been paying attention. "Your room is down here." The man in question said now, referring to none other than Leigh and Seo-Yeon herself of course. Confirming the latter's assumption.

Oh god. Was her instant first thought upon feeling the tenseness of their walk down the hall and towards their room. Remembering what had gone on between Wes and Leigh back in high school. Practically being able to feel the 'things that should have been said' between the two as they approached the room. Wes showing them inside and wishing them a comfortable stay. "Thanks, Wes." She said with her own, return smile. And Leigh wasted little time in claiming the bed by the window, not that Seo-Yeon minded at all. "Sure." She replied, beginning to unpack her own bags in the corner of the room.

As she unpacked however, her thoughts begun to draw back towards her new roommate. Wondering if after all these years, Leigh still had that attitude of hers. And if she still held some resentment from 'the Incident'. Seo-Yeon had been sure and confident of her actions at the time, but had grown to feel some embarrassment about it since. It was such an awkward thing to do, to call someone out as openly and plainly as that. Fundamentally, she still thought she was in the right. Leigh was always being unnecessarily mean to people, and Seo-Yeon had become sick of it. Having thought she'd no longer have to put up with that kind of false personality after she left Korea. Weren't Americans supposed to be more honest about their feelings? She could recall thinking at the time.

And that had all culminated in the incident. But it was ten years ago, and hell, she hadn't even really thought about in those past ten years up until just then. If she had, then maybe her decision to come to this reunion may not have been so quickly made.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, she gave a brief glance over her shoulder to the woman next to the window. Is she watching me? Letting out as nonchalant of a cough as was possible, Seo-Yeon took the somewhat tense moment of silence to speak up. "So, how have you been, Leigh?" She asked, as honest a question as could be. The intent being out of her own genuine curiosity, and to some extent to observe Leigh's reaction to her attempt at conversation. The tone set today could potentially establish how the rest of their stay here was going to go.

Leigh was still as pretty as ever. All that left to determine was whether or not her attitude had gotten any prettier. Which was ironic coming from Seo-Yeon to some extent. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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Leigh's curious stares lingered a tad bit longer, as she was slowly disassociating from her current task the more she analysed Park. The moment her roommate made a sound though, she abruptly refocused her gaze back to her business as casually as she made it seem. But deep inside she felt a swift jolt of anxiety , hoping--praying to God that she didn't catch her discreet looks.

Leighton casually went on with her organising, "Oh, I've been Good." she responds, her tone forcibly lilted. "Never better." The last bit came off a bit half heartedly. She wasn't entirely sure what Park intends by asking her question; out of genuine curiosity, courtesy or to merely clear the awkward air. Though after all the drama they had 10 years ago, she felt mildly surprised that she cares enough to ask her well being. Whatever the reasons may be, Leigh was just relieved to cut the awkward silence.

"And you?" she asks her back out of courtesy, as she still acted busily organising her stuff. Leigh was strangely out of her element, unusual for someone who's practiced in the art of 'fakery' back in the day. Though not a lot may understand, back then it was her way of feeling relevant, keeping up an intimidating, 'likable' persona for the attention.

Now though it just seems childish. Leigh is not that same exact person as she was before, although managing her temperament was slightly becoming a struggle, without compelling herself to be an ass.

Finishing up and running out of things to organize, Leigh quietly turned around to face the other woman, timidly leaning on the edge of the desk. She resumed on her quiet observation, while Park does her thing. Maybe it was the significant changes in everyone which she found the most surprising, as if a remainder of how much time has passed and how swiftly it just went by.

It could also explain why Leigh is just noticing Park now in a way that she wouldn't, 10 years ago. She couldn't see any other comprehensible explanation to it. "Can't believe a lot has changed." The last bit was meant to be said in her thoughts but ended up being voiced out.

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Location: Yates Cabin
Interacting With: Zoey
Mentions: Zoey, Wes
Feeling: Excited
Outfit: X
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Emilio finished his shower, coming back in more comfortable clothing. Wes had really gone all out on this reunion. It made him think back to their school days, and the biggest debating point they had as friends, the subject of their dads. They talked about the topic through what ifs and what could bes. With Wes arguing the point that maybe Emilio was better off having no dad in life, and Emilios counter point that maybe there was the chance for things to get a bit better. It was never heated, and oddly it gave them something to bond over. Emilio had heard of what happened since finishing school, if only second hand from his Mom so he decided to make it a point to reforge that connection with Wes, something telling him he had too.

Coming back into the room, he smiled at Zoey before sitting down to pull on a pair of White converse. "So Travel bug where have you visited. I am sure you have a lot of stories to tell" He said as we made our way out to the kitchen, lured by the smell of good food. Sitting crossed legged on the chair before watching Wes cook before throwing a teasing grin "Still a Grill master?" He asks Wes before picking up his drink.

Emilio thought back to the first time anyone in the group tried to use a grill of any kind, which ended up with a fire, 3 pissed fire men and a blushing Wes. With a grin he takes a drink before winking at Zoey and waiting for her to tell a story about her travels. While Emilio had been to Paris mostly, he was sure Zoey had probably circled the globe 2 times over by now. He may not have the travel bug like she did but he did like to hear if any of her plans came true and if she got to visit many places yet.
 
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[div class=role]bookworm and traveler[/div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]When Emilio came out from the bathroom, Zoey was just sitting on the bed, scrolling through her social networks. When she left the group of her friends, they have just arrived to Estonia. But at that point, Zoey became so homesick that just had to buy a ticket home. It was not only about her parents but traveling stopped being fun when they started to rush around to make sure they got this or that plane, there was too much stress and Zoey just needed to...not do it for a while. But her friends were still on the road so she liked to check where they were and what they were doing. She looked at Emilio and waited for him to get his shoes on before they both walked towards the kitchen. A delicious smell coming from the grill hit her nose and that was when Zoey realized how hungry she actually was. “Haha, travel bug? That’s nice.” she grinned, chuckling a little over Emilio’s name. “I got through South America, Australia, south Asia and part of Europe. I cannot even choose one place or experience. It was all so…different.” she started and as they reached the kitchen, Zoey reached for a beer, popped it open and took a nice gulp. “But I have to say that Asia was amazing. I got to visit an elephant reserve. We could meet, bath, feed them, even get a ride if we wanted to. But it was so different than anything else I have ever done.” she said and leaned onto the counter while she talked. “How about you? Done any traveling we have talked about?” she asked Emilio. As they kept this light conversation, very easy topic, safe for now, she looked around and her eyes stopped on Wes and something occurred to her. It was her oldest friend and they did not even get to say a proper hello. She walked closer to him and smiled. “So it would seem you don’t need math tutor anymore.” she said jokingly and nudged him a little. “I haven’t had the chance to say hi, so…hi.” she grinned. She really wished. “How have you actually been?” The questions seemed a bit awkward still and Zoey wished they would finally get past it. “Okay, Wesley…can I at least get a hug?” she tilted her head, trying to overcome those weird first moments.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=text]MOOD: anxious LOCATON: the Yates cabin TAGS: Nightblade Nightblade unscripted unscripted OUTFIT: clothes [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=container] width: 450px; height: 630px; margin: auto; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=border] position: absolute; width: 450px; height: 630px; background: #f1f1f1; margin: 0 auto; border: 1px solid #ccc; [/class] [class=name] position: relative; top: 20px; line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 27px Abril Fatface; color: #333; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=role] display: inline-block; position: relative; top: 15px; left: 50%; transform: translateX(-50%); line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 9px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); padding: 5px; color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=image] position: absolute; top: 90px; left: 0; height: 160px; width: 450px; background: var(--image); background-size: cover; background-position: center; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); [/class] [class=info] position: absolute; bottom: 0; left: 0; height: 30px; width: 440px; padding: 0px 5px; font: 11px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 28px; white-space: nowrap; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class=text] display: inline-block; padding-left: calc(100% + 5px); animation: {post_id}marquee var(--time) linear infinite; [/class] [class=textbox] position: absolute; left: 0; top: 250px; width: 433px; height: 316px; overflow-x: hidden; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; line-height: 125%; padding: 17px 0px 17px 17px; [/class] [class=scroll] width: 100%; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px; text-align: justify; color: #333; [/class] [animation=marquee] [keyframe=0] transform: translate(0, 0); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform: translate(-100%, 0); [/keyframe] [/animation]
 
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[div class=tag_header]Wes Yates
[div class=tag_text]Location: The Yates cabin (the kitchen) With: Zoey & Emilio | Mentions: _amaranth_ _amaranth_ Nightblade Nightblade | Outfit: X
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[div class=textinformation]es grabbed all of the dishes that the chef prepared from the fridge and put them on the counter and stared at them all trying to figure out how to carry them all out to the picnic area. There was no way he was going to be able to carry it all out in one trip, but he wanted to make as few trips as possible. “Where is everyone?” he thought, thinking how great it would be to have more hands to carry everything. Wes was not really the kind of guy to ask for help, instead he usually tried to handle things on his own, but that had been something he had been working on recently. On a phone call with his mother a month before he complained to her about his workload, which had become a common conversation for the two ever since his father promoted him. His father had always held Wes to a higher standard and this time was no different, he had given Wes a new position with the expectation that he would do a job that usually required two people. Thankfully, his mother understood the situation without Wes having to give too much information, and she always had a great solution. The years that she spent having to deal with his father made her the most qualified person to give advice on how to deal with him. One of her morsels of wisdom came in telling Wes that he had to be okay asking for help. The sound of the kitchen door swinging open was enough to shake Wes from his thoughts, drawing his attention to the smiling faces walking into the kitchen. He was relieved when he saw Emilio and Zoey. He hadn’t felt any tension with either one earlier when everyone had been gathered. He gave them a smile back and a small laugh as Emilio teased him. “Oh, not A grill master, THE grill master!” he joked sticking his tongue out at Emilio. “But don’t worry, that’s all I'm doing today. The rest of the food I had made by a professional, so it’s totally edible.” He turned his focus to Zoey as she nudged him. “Hi!” he smiled, “No, I don’t need a math tutor, but I’m glad you're here anyway.” he laughed. When she asked him how he had been he paused not really knowing what to say. He wanted to give the basic “I’ve been good.” answer, but she seemed to have a more serious tone and he didn’t want to lie to her. He had known Zoey for what seemed like ever, she was the first friend in their friend group he had ever made. He was grateful when she changed the subject, asking for a hug, and allowed himself to lighten up again. “Sure you can have a hug.” he said, pulling her in for a hug, and instantly feeling a bit uncertain with what kind of hug he should give to someone he hadn't seen in ten years. He kept the hug short, giving her a reassuring smile as they pulled away to ease any of his awkwardness. He looked from her to Emilio. He felt comfortable with them, almost like old times, and it was the most at ease he had felt so far at the cabin. Neither had made him fell anxious or bad for not keeping in touch. “Do you guys think you could help me carry this food out to the picnic area?” he asked.
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[div class=role]bookworm and traveler[/div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]It was good. Good to see them and good to be talking to them. The longer Zoey was here, the easier things started to be. Talks became less forced and they actually started to get into things that happened. And Zoey expected that maybe with the evening approaching them slowly, they would be able to share even more. It would most probably include a bit stronger alcohol than a few beers and all. Even a short talk to Emilio was refreshing and untied her tongue. Actually, he, Wes and Leigh were the closest people she had within their group even though she was friendly with everyone. But when it came to talks, she usually went to one of these three people. Which was paradoxical because Leigh was her polar opposite and Wes was her (ex)boyfriend. They really were a group of everything there. Just this small talk with Wes was very heartwarming. The memories came back, memories Zoey wasn’t thinking about for years. The very first time she met Wes, the confusion why a popular guy like him would be talking to a bookworm. Turned out he wanted her to help. She wasn’t any braniac but she knew stuff and managed to keep straight A average without some major problems. Their friendship has started with an innocent talk and tutoring classes Zoey gave him. Something that was supposed to be a temporary matter, grew into a firm friendship between the most unlikely pair. Zoey had to chuckle when she remembered the frustration and given-up expression in Wes’s face during their first classes. After the first two or three times, he was ready to throw it away but Zoey convinced him to stay. ‘Come on, Wes, sit down, calm down and focus. You can do it just fine, just have a look at it again.’ A young redhead in Zoey’s head was talking to a jock pacing around nervously. That day, he eventually sat down and managed to go through those equations easily. He wasn’t stupid, he simply lacked focus and wasn’t really in a mood for math. At least that was how Zoey saw it. She remembered the look on his face when he got his first A from the test. That day he came to her and spun her in the air in the middle of the hallway, attracting all the looks. From that moment on, they always studied together and the bond between them was growing stronger. How could Zoey ever forget these things? They seemed to be so important before. Her most cherished high school memories. She made a mental note to find that one picture of the whole group. It was some random afternoon in the park, no special occasion. But in that picture, every one of them was laughing. No world troubles upon then, just high school and finals approaching. It was pretty obvious there was something on his mind but Zoey wasn’t one to pry. He would tell her if he wanted to. Or not. She simply appreciated the hug. Damn, he big bigger. She usually didn’t have to stand on her tip toes before. Yeah, another proof that they were quite different people now. But the atmosphere in the kitchen became much lighter and open once they got warmed up. It could only be appreciated. And that’s what reunions should be about, right? Memories, laughter, joy. Not being awkward, NOT around these people at least. “Sure.” Zoey agreed to help and set her bottle down after taking a nice gulp. “Let’s set the table before the other slugs join us.” she smiled and walked to the counter to take some part of the food. “Help me out?” she sked Emilio and grabbed a few things.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=text]MOOD: relaxed LOCATON: kitchen of the Yates cabin TAGS: Nightblade Nightblade unscripted unscripted OUTFIT: clothes [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=container] width: 450px; height: 630px; margin: auto; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=border] position: absolute; width: 450px; height: 630px; background: #f1f1f1; margin: 0 auto; border: 1px solid #ccc; [/class] [class=name] position: relative; top: 20px; line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 27px Abril Fatface; color: #333; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=role] display: inline-block; position: relative; top: 15px; left: 50%; transform: translateX(-50%); line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 9px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); padding: 5px; color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=image] position: absolute; top: 90px; left: 0; height: 160px; width: 450px; background: var(--image); background-size: cover; background-position: center; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); [/class] [class=info] position: absolute; bottom: 0; left: 0; height: 30px; width: 440px; padding: 0px 5px; font: 11px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 28px; white-space: nowrap; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class=text] display: inline-block; padding-left: calc(100% + 5px); animation: {post_id}marquee var(--time) linear infinite; [/class] [class=textbox] position: absolute; left: 0; top: 250px; width: 433px; height: 316px; overflow-x: hidden; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; line-height: 125%; padding: 17px 0px 17px 17px; [/class] [class=scroll] width: 100%; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px; text-align: justify; color: #333; [/class] [animation=marquee] [keyframe=0] transform: translate(0, 0); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform: translate(-100%, 0); [/keyframe] [/animation]
 
Location: Yates Cabin
Interacting With: Zoey, Wes
Mentions: Zoey, Wes, Marcus, Beau, Sherry, Park, Leigh
Feeling: Excited
Outfit: X
Tags: _amaranth_ _amaranth_ unscripted unscripted Clownery Clownery RIPSaidCone RIPSaidCone Cosmos Cosmos kooky kooky oliver oliver

Putting down his wine glass, Emilio nodded. Giving Wes a pat on the back in reassurance and partly backing up what Zoey had already said he went to grab some things from inside. Internal conflict aside he was enjoying himself and that was down to Wes. Grabbing some supplies, he made his way back outside looking thoughtful. He wanted to catch up with Wes but worried that maybe it would be a can of worms that the former jock did not want opened. Then the idea came to him like thunder, the least he could do was make an offer.

Putting things on the table, he arranged them while taking drinks from his glass. Wes even had everyone's drink preferences sorted out. Shaking his head and letting his hair loose, he sat cross legged on his chair while facing Wes. "So Mr. Yates is there a Mrs. Yates?" His grin teasing as he tops up his glass with more wine. This topic felt safe enough for the moment at least. Plus it would help them ease into a nice topic of conversation while waiting on the others to come for dinner, god only knows what was going on that kept the rest of them busy.

He would have to give his friend back in New York a call later to let her know he was after arriving and everything else, but for now he was happy just being in the group for the moment. Maybe he should invite some of them to New York for a visit. He knew Zoey would like it and maybe Wes would like the break, especially since putting everyone up in his family cabin for the reunion. He made the promise to himself that since re-connecting with everyone he planned to keep those connections strong, not letting them fade away again.
 

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